Friday, January 27, 2012

The Angry Medic Becomes The Angry Doctor

The Angry Medic Becomes The Angry Doctor

My graduation at Imperial College London, October 2011. What's that you say?

Your mother could Photoshop better than me? Oh, shaddap.

Yes, that's right folks. Amidst stunned looks of disbelief, screams of fainting ladies and angry curses muttered by my med school lecturers, I finally graduated as a doctor in October 2011. Why the long wait to update? Cos I've been sitting here for the past few months pinching myself repeatedly asking myself if I didn't just dream the whole thing.(I'm only joking. Partly. --Editor)

It wasn't easy. The finals were tough, and I didn't think I did as well as I ended up doing. I had a LOT of help along the way, and sitting the exams was a truly humbling experience. I could never, never have done it without the help of a few key people whom I hope to thank in coming posts (in a completely serious and non-humorous manner. Cough. Why are you looking at me like that? --Ed.) In fact, the first thing I did when I got the results email was contact the exams co-ordinator right away asking if the results were real. No, really. Don't tell my mom.

Also, now that I'm safely far far away, I can finally reveal the university I've been terrorising studying at for the past 3 years after Cambridge:

How does it feel? Is it worth it? Short answer: I'm scared shitless. Long answer: That's for another post, the second part to my Cambridge graduation post. (MWAHAHA now you have to come back and read more of my crap if you want to find out! Or you could...not come back. Probably healthier in the long run. --Ed.)

If you've been here before, thanks for staying with me all these years. I'll write again soon about graduation and what it's like to be a Real Doctor (in two words: scared shitless. Oh wait, did I say that already? --Ed.). Happy Chinese New Year!

Diabetes-Inducingly Sweet Anonymous: D'awwww (seriously though, leaving me on your blogroll has been proven to be hazardous to your mental health. Just sayin'.)

Julie: Huh? What? What do you mean, I can't become more powerful than-- *memories of pre-screwed up Star Wars prequel movies surface* OHHHHHH. I see what you did there ;)

Dr Psychobabble: Aww thanks. And damn straight my pants are sexy, right? Last time I wore these to a club no one would dance with me. "Who wears bermudas to a club?" they asked. Hah. Some people have no taste.

Shrinked Immaculate: Okay I'll confess, no I haven't. My last one jumped out of his clinic window screaming. I'M SORRY, I'LL GO TAKE MY PILLS NOW!

Doctor Zorro: Wow, that's scary. I literally had your blog open in my browser, saying I'd comment on it tomorrow - then I wake up and YOU'VE BEATEN ME TO IT. What are you, psychic?

Momma Jones: MOMMAAAA JOOOOONES OMG boy is it good to see you. And damn straight, stayed at me aunt's place whilst I revised for exams and she's a nurse. She taught me my place in hospital. I'll be good. *cough*

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About Me

The Angry Medic is an idiot who got into Cambridge University due to his unusually attractive eyelashes. For the past 6 years he has been ranting his way through the freakshow and wide-screen madness that is the medical course at Cambridge and Imperial College London, and finding time to express an opinion on medicine, social issues, and anything else he considers pains in the gluteal region. He can now be found regularly endangering patients' lives (and being endangered in return) somewhere in Southeast Asia.

Have you been overly enthralled by the allure of Cambridge and want to give it a crack? Has someone hit you on the head with a large frying pan and now you want to go to medical school? Do you want to join me in a suicidal leap off the Bridge of Sighs? Or have you a rant more boring than mine? Drop me a line at angrymedic [at] gmail [dot] com

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